Adella got her wisdom teeth out last week, and Clyde kept a careful eye on her recovery.  Nevertheless, she managed to get an infection in one of the teeth.  Total bummer.  (I don't understand why doctors feel the need to dig for teeth that aren't causing trouble that are way, way down there in the gums.  This dental spelunking seems a bit premature....)
 Maeve kept an eye on the perimeter while Adella nursed her gums and read Frankenstein.  She kept the bears away.  And the sparrows.
 Adella's aunt and cousins gave her some roses to sweeten her recovery.  They've held on for a week now.
Hoping all is well in your world--and that your smile is in no danger of sabotage from teeth lurking deep in your dental shadows.

Our World Tuesday